Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Rack him up, Mr. Parquart.

Must be too cold.

Now, if you'll excuse us for a moment, dear, I have some business to discuss with your husband.

Hills, that is.

Hey, wait for us.

Are you hungry yet, Mr. Farquhar?

Howdy, Miss Drysdale.

The home of superb tea.

His plane will be arriving soon.

Don't figure on playing more than an hour, Lolo.

Where about should we go, Uncle Jed?

I wouldn't want you to break the rule just for me.

Of course, of course.

I'm not expected to pay?

We'll go right out to the airport and fetch him.

Let's forget about the matches.

Well, let's head for some tall timber.

I know how you feel.

Well, you see, Daddy is one of the leading citizens of Boston, and this will be his first visit out here.

That stomach that walks like a boy.

Gamble a lot, play poker, shoot dice?

You boys shouldn't play with matches.

Excuse me, Granny.

I wonder why she changed her mind.

It's gone, Jed.

Give Granny some matches there, would you?

We always felt Margaret married beneath her.

I threw Pertney at the town, but he gave me the slip.

True, how true.

Grab yourself a potpastor, Mr. Drysdale.

No, I wouldn't.